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Chaos is a cloudy glass through which everyone sees the world.
The world is your perception of it. The inner and outer always correspond; they are reflections of each other. The world is a mirror image of your thoughts. If there is chaos and confusion within you, then your outer world should reflect this. You must see what you believe because you are a confused thinker who looks outward and sees himself. You are the interpreter of everything, and if there is chaos within you, then everything you see and hear must also be chaos. Even if Jesus or Buddha were standing in front of you, you would hear confused words because the confusion would be in the listener. You would only hear what you thought they were saying, and you would start arguing with them as soon as your story was threatened.
- Believe me, chaos has already gained strength. And I will release his rebellious spirit.
Chaos is the conscious beginning of its end!
Love is a constant swing from harmony to chaos, from mutual responsiveness to detachment and back.
But sometimes the cranium pulls out memories against your will. She places them in reality, replacing existing people with those who have already left. The brain seems to be playing with you like a puppet, substituting non-existent people into your world. And you are forced to live in this dollhouse, face to face with your memories, which at some point become like a terrible genie from the past, refusing to sit silently in his cramped casket. It breaks free, creating chaos in the mind and soul.
Saints, what a relief it would be to dump all this chaos on the damn bastard bastard from the Barrel. He would have found out everything about the origin of Vadik Demidov, robbed the Fjerdan treasury and would have taken the throne before she had time to twist stupid braids on her head.
The prerequisite for creativity is disequilibrium - what mathematicians now call chaos.
Chaos is primary - peace is possible.
Imagine that you live in a world where chaos reigns, desolation and a complete lack of connection with reality... It is in this world that schizophrenics are fighting for survival...
- I prefer the honorific term
The world is an interweaving of light and darkness.
This is especially true for people who find themselves in conditions where it is impossible not to slide down to committing a crime.
Everyone has their own idea of justice, and therefore the law operates. It's not perfect, but it somehow minimizes the chaos.
When fatigue covers my head, the chaos of the day scatters thoughts in all corners of the room - I make myself coffee with milk, add two ice cubes there and sip by sip, like a puzzle, I return my heart to its place.
